Author Archives: robinince

My Brain Officially Exists…Barring Philosophical Conundrums on the debatable nature of reality

I presume I am likely to be neurotic, so surprise myself when I am not. I anticipate the loss of nerve and am surprised when it is still there. When I visited a prison earlier this year, my biggest worry … Continue reading

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Eluding Boredom

My ability to say no has improved, though my fear of pins and needles in my left arm, hastily followed by dropping dead on Paddington’s platform three remains. Why don’t I do one thing at a time? Is it because … Continue reading

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Penguins May Explode – Python at 02

I wasn’t a fan of the Monty Python TV series. I had no choice. I was growing up in a time when it wasn’t repeated. (despite my haggard face, I was too young for it first time around). Monty Python’s … Continue reading

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They Came to Demolish Candy Rock Mountain – Can I escape sugar?

I have decided to attempt giving up refined sugar – my joyous diet of muffins, choc bars, and nostalgic biscuits such as Clubs and Penguins. This is not due to any fad, merely intrigue. About four years ago, I smoked … Continue reading

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The Man with the Wheelie Suitcase Stood in the Way of the Blossom

I am not sure I am made for capital cities, especially capital cities that splutter and gasp, and so I am not made for London. (actually, I have just remembered that I am made for New York, Paris and Edinburgh, … Continue reading

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the Wrong Cough in Hull Derailed Him, and he went to stare at himself in the dock water

Written between Nuneaton and Milton Keynes, here is one of my self indulgent blog posts on performing. Niche.  The weight of expectation on any given night can propel you through the air or crush you into bone splinters of self-loathing. … Continue reading

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Never Ever Bloody Anything Ever

I wish I’d called this blog post – But We Still Don’t Know, Is John Noakes’s nob really bigger than Heathrow Airport? I walked out of a toilet cubicle to see Michael Legge standing motionlessly in front of me. He … Continue reading

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Cracked Lenses and Sugar Free Minds

I do not believe that Michael Legge and I would be the best people to deliver a piano up some stairs. We cannot even close a sofa bed without Michael breaking my glasses. My eyes are Donald Pleasence Great Escape … Continue reading

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The Day I Fell from the Artistic Roll call, Let me Sell you something

I am dead to me. Today, due to a shabby reading of emails, I have broken one of my personal rules of stand up. I am off the artistic roll-call. I am a spent force. My words are lies, my … Continue reading

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Interim Report on Living With an Alcohol Free Mind – what fresh teetotal demon thoughts lurk?

This is one of my 26 minute blog posts that I write on a train journey home. Errors abound I imagine. And so this sobriety stretches from Autumn, through Winter and Spring, and now to the thirsty Summer. I will … Continue reading

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